HG | Chapter 31

Pregnancy.

The man’s demeanor was rather fierce as he spoke of something impossible. His handsome forehead was furrowed, adding to the ominousness.

He whispered as if he were a very affectionate lover.

“Baby, do you want to grow those nipples and have daddy’s baby today? Then I think I could feel a bit more at ease.”

What is he trying to feel at ease from?

Hakyung bit his lower lip tightly, enduring the shame. Not only were his father’s vulgar words about nipples and pregnancy distressing, but the presence of his classmates made it difficult to focus on the sex. Yet, even amidst all this, the tool that forcibly pressed against his chest made Hakyung want to cry.

Buzz, buzz.

“Mm, mm, hngh….”

As if punishing Hakyung for trying to resist the pleasure, the protrusion in the center of the nipple dome spun around, tickling the tip of his nipples. The swollen nipples became even more sensitive. Goosebumps rose as his nape tingled.

There were three students left in the booth. All three stared blankly ahead like unconscious soldiers. Among them was Han Hee-gyeom, which was particularly concerning.

If dad was going to turn them into things, he should’ve started with Han Hee-gyeom….

Whether he noticed or not, he was being hit on the chest and hole in front of him, with tools firmly attached. The shame that only he knew surged, and Hakyung turned his head away from Han Hee-gyeom’s view.

Smack!

“Ahng!”

“Hakyung, Hakyung. My pretty baby. Are you looking at someone else because you don’t want to have daddy’s baby?”

“N-no, eek!”

The man, who had spread Hakyung’s legs by grabbing one of his ankles, slapped the hole again. His palm was so wide and strong that it made not only the hole but also the surrounding flesh sting.

Smack, smack!

“Hngh, ah, hee…!”

“Did you do something wrong or not?”

“I-I did something wro- haang!”

Smack!

As Hakyung was admitting his fault, Cheonghyeon’s palm accurately struck the wet hole. From the mushy, softened hole, slippery pussy juice squeezed out.

“Ah, ah….”

His lower body twitched on its own. He arched his back, pulling it taut and then relaxing it repeatedly. His buttocks, experiencing spasms, moved back and forth in tandem. As someone said, the underwear was no shield at all.

“Tsk…. What a waste.”

Cheonghyeon clicked his tongue disapprovingly and grabbed Hakyung’s knees. He observed the sight of juice flowing from the hole for a moment. The pussy hole, soaked and dripping on its own, seemed destined to forever ooze juice like a loose rag unless it was tightly plugged with a cock, leaving no wrinkles.

I can’t stand to see that….

Muttering softly, Cheonghyeon knelt on the floor and spread the hole with his thumbs. Before Hakyung could say anything, he immediately shoved his tongue in.

“…!”

Hakyung’s eyes widened as he grimaced and struggled.

“Ah, hngh, ah, no, ugh!”

His back kept lifting off the floor. The shirt he had worn was long gone, taken off when Cheonghyeon attached the tool to his chest, leaving him to face the man in just his underwear and socks. Even those underwear were half-pulled down, exposing the back door.

Smooch.

“This reaction is rather lukewarm. Hmm…. I guess having spectators makes it less exciting to make a baby.”

After briefly savoring the pussy, Cheonghyeon frowned and snapped his fingers. The remaining three walked over to him. He quickly turned two of them into powder, leaving only Han Hee-gyeom.

“Baby, do you want to break this one?”

“Huh…?”

It was an unexpected proposal. Hakyung lifted his head from where it had been resting on his raised arms.

His face was pitiful, tears welling with sorrow.

Cheonghyeon used the bone powder of the two students to make a large single-seater sofa. It wasn’t enough to make a larger sofa or bed, but it was enough for Cheonghyeon to lean on comfortably.

He slipped his hands under the child’s armpits and held him to his chest. The soft body naturally clung to him. The protruding nipple dome prevented their chests from touching perfectly, but the rest of their bodies stuck together as if they were one.

Pop.

“Hngh…!”

Cheonghyeon first removed the nipple dome and placed it on the table, then sat his son beside him. He stretched the waistband of the stretched-out underwear and twisted his lips.

“Are you going to keep your underwear on?”

“…I’ll take it off.”

Hakyung mumbled in a voice that seemed to crawl. However, finally having a place to lean on, he buried his cheek in Cheonghyeon’s chest, seemingly relieved. It was both a learned behavior and an instinctive act by Hakyung.

As if knowing that Cheonghyeon would wrap him securely in his arms.

“…Or should I show him who Hakyung’s lover is instead of just killing him?”

Cheonghyeon deliberately muttered aloud to give Hakyung a choice. It was a way of asking him to think briefly and let him know his intention, and Hakyung understood it perfectly and nodded. The movement was faint, but the intention was clear.

Cheonghyeon’s proposal was undoubtedly shocking for Hakyung as well.

“Ah…!”

“Shh… baby, watch closely. I’ll only open his eyes, so let me know if it gets uncomfortable.”

Then we’ll break him together.

Hakyung read the unspoken words from Cheonghyeon. ‘Break him together.’ What an exciting proposal.

That’s why he accepted something so unlike him.

Hakyung, who still felt embarrassed to show his body to his beloved, let alone have sex. But a live sex show in front of an enemy, it was unimaginable for Hakyung’s common sense.

‘Is it because it’s a dream?’

The sex pattern feels oddly bolder.

Cheonghyeon grabbed Hakyung’s waist and turned his body. He positioned Hakyung’s thighs to face Han Hee-gyeom directly.

“Relax.”

“Haa….”

Hakyung took a deep breath. Even though it was a dream, Cheonghyeon and the classmates were no different from reality. If Han Hee-gyeom wasn’t special, he would react as he would in reality.

Watch closely, Han Hee-gyeom. Whose body you wanted so badly to have.

Maybe he always wanted to say that. It was a situation where he should be scared, but he was excited.

Snap.

Cheonghyeon snapped his fingers. Sure enough, Han Hee-gyeom’s eyes widened.

“Hey, don’t move.”

The broad hand wrapped around Hakyung’s belly. He thought it was a warning to him, but Hakyung soon realized it was a misunderstanding.

“Mmph…! Ugh….!”

Han Hee-gyeom was unnaturally stiff as if forcibly held in place. His neck seemed to turn somewhat, but his mouth was shut, unable to make any sound.

“Focus, baby.”

The man, who buried his nose in Hakyung’s shoulder, glared at Han Hee-gyeom with golden eyes. The gaze from behind the delicate body was terrifying. Hakyung, knowing nothing, was buried in the man’s hot body.

“Hngh, haa….”

Not because of the deep breath, but the touch of the other’s hand made his whole body tingle, and a sigh escaped involuntarily.

Smooch, smooch, smooch.

“Baby, do you know why daddy didn’t block your pussy but secured your nipples first?”

“I-I don’t… hngh! Ah…!”

Twisting, the hand that reached out from behind squeezed and pinched the thin chest flesh.

Jingle, jingle….

The small bell on the nipple ring, placed by the man, shook. It was a clear and bright sound, so much so that he wondered why he hadn’t noticed it before.

“Hakyung’s pussy knows daddy’s cock taste, so it spits water and nibbles asking for cock, but not the nipples. They haven’t acknowledged daddy yet. That’s why they’re still small and tender. Imagine how I’d feel if they were carelessly sucked by Hee-gyeom and swollen.”

So, he intended to plump up the nipple flesh and nibble to his heart’s content.

It was a nipple ring and nipple dome made from the lives of four people. Leaving aside the nipple dome, the nipple ring’s performance was quite decent. When pressed hard like a ring, the nipple core was held by the ring, tingling and continuously stimulating, preventing it from flattening.

“Ahng! Hah! Hngh….”

Cheonghyeon soon became engrossed in the taste of Hakyung’s body. He lifted his son’s arm and buried his lips in the hairless, white armpit. The concave part and the slightly protruding armpit flesh clung to his tongue.

After thoroughly licking the spot with his tongue, he nibbled with his teeth and sucked hard with his lips.

“Ahng! Hngh, mm…!”

Hakyung twisted his upper body, having his sensitive part sucked thoroughly. The itchiness that made him want to scratch his armpit and the tingling pleasure intertwined like a rope, spreading to his peripheral nerves. His toes curled involuntarily. His waist bounced and arched repeatedly.

Cheonghyeon savored Hakyung’s armpit and the tender skin below, caressing the soft upper body with both hands. From the slender belly to the pretty cock, the plump perineum, and the hole filled with pre-cum, there was hardly a place his hands didn’t touch.

Gulp.

Someone swallowed. It seemed like Han Hee-gyeom, who had been staring blankly at them, had unknowingly gulped, or perhaps it was Hakyung, busy moaning, who swallowed.

Cheonghyeon twisted Hakyung’s upper body and bit into one of his breasts.

“Haaang!”

He pressed the water-filled pussy with his fingers and chewed on the chest flesh.

Hakyung, with only his upper body turned, clung to Cheonghyeon’s neck. The familiar tongue sucking on his nipple and the tender flesh around it sent a crazy sensation of ejaculation. Moreover, the hole was trying to swallow the fingers, making him feel like a beast in heat.

It was a point where proper penetration hadn’t even occurred. So, Hakyung thought he would be very conscious of Han Hee-gyeom’s gaze. But once Cheonghyeon’s touch reached him, all that was left was his image, head filled with his lover’s cock.

Even if someone called him a whore, he had nothing to say….

Hakyung mumbled secretly with his faintly returning consciousness.

The man’s fingers were certainly long. They reached deep inside, scratching the inner wall. But he missed the deeper thrusting beyond the navel, the cock that pierced through.

He longed for the pleasure of the bumpy veins scraping the inner wall and the slippery yet firm glans pushing and shoving everywhere. That pleasure could only be provided by Cheonghyeon’s cock.

“Hngh, hngh, hngh, ugh….”

Squish, slurp, squelch, smooch!

Touching the pussy and biting the nipples was an awkward caress when lying face-to-face. The position was much easier, and Cheonghyeon was excited. He called the boy staring at Hakyung’s pussy with bloodshot eyes.

“Hee-gyeom, want to come closer?”

Before Cheonghyeon’s words even finished, Han Hee-gyeom staggered forward. Though he asked as if suggesting, he was a puppet moving entirely according to Cheonghyeon’s intentions.

“Closer. Come sit right here.”

Han Hee-gyeom stopped right in front of the sofa. If he exaggerated a bit, it was a distance where a strong breath could reach Hakyung’s groin. If he tilted his head slightly, it was a distance where he could suck the pretty pink cock.

Cheonghyeon chuckled like a mischievous villain.

“I’m Hee-gyeom’s teacher, but… I’m also Hakyung’s lover. So as Hakyung’s lover, it’s quite annoying when someone looks at my baby with eyes wanting to fuck him.”

Flinch.

Han Hee-gyeom, consumed by brainwashing, instinctively flinched as if feeling fear. But then he raised his fierce eyes in defiance, glaring. Cheonghyeon, receiving that gaze, smirked slightly.

“Han Hee-gyeom. Can you take out my cock?”

“Hngh…!”

As he ordered Han Hee-gyeom, Cheonghyeon inserted his fingers into his lover’s pussy. All four fingers except the thumb pierced the boy’s hole. Half of his palm, where the thumb bone caught, was buried in the soft flesh.

Squish, squelch!

“Haaang, mm, ah! Ahak! Hngh, hee…!”

Squish, slurp, squelch, squish!

If Hakyung’s pussy flesh was a pond covered in mud, Cheonghyeon transformed into a shovel, vigorously digging up the mud. And the ultimate goal of the shoveling was to gradually open the narrow passage beyond the fingertips.

“Why aren’t you unzipping it yet?”

Cheonghyeon said, shaking the hand inside the soft flesh. Aang! Aang! Aang! Hakyung finally squirted clear liquid and arched his feet.

“……”

Click, click.

Han Hee-gyeom’s hands moved mechanically. His eyes remained fixed on Hakyung, who was panting with his chest heaving.

Damn, he’s so fucking pretty.

Cheonghyeon read Han Hee-gyeom’s thoughts from his eyes. As ridiculous as it was, he wanted to crush him immediately, but he endured for now.

“Phew.”

The hefty cock finally revealed its majesty. Han Hee-gyeom didn’t want to hold Cheonghyeon’s cock with his hands, but what choice did he have? Cheonghyeon gave the final order.

“Now, can you hold my cock and fit it into Hakyung’s pussy?”

As you can see, I’m busy digging into the soft flesh. With that meaning, Cheonghyeon shrugged his shoulders.

Damn, damn, damn! Han Hee-gyeom cursed with his eyes. It was a curse only audible to Cheonghyeon. Hakyung had completely relaxed, leaning his head back.

Cheonghyeon, feeling bored, bit into his son’s chest flesh.

“Hngh….”

“Baby, do you like it when I suck your nipples? Your pussy keeps sucking my hand as it twitches?”

“Ahik, hngh! Hngh, ah!”

“Oh, I see. It felt good. So you’re squirting pussy juice. I should put a diaper on Hakyung, but I’m sorry I keep forgetting?”

The man circled his son’s inner wall with his worn-out fingerprint. The already mushy pussy flesh twitched, pressing against his hand.

At that point, Han Hee-gyeom brought Cheonghyeon’s cock to the classmate’s hole. No matter how mushy and soft it was, it was difficult to insert both the man’s glans and hand simultaneously unless Hakyung’s hole was as wide as a baseball. Cheonghyeon, understanding, spread his son’s hole horizontally with his middle and thumb. The inside flesh, swollen red, was slightly exposed.

Han Hee-gyeom’s pupils vibrated noticeably. He brought the thick glans close but hesitated to push it in. Of course, this too was Cheonghyeon’s intention.

“Haa… this is truly precious.”

He genuinely lamented as he scooped up the pre-cum from Hakyung’s insides. Then he slapped Han Hee-gyeom’s face with his palm.

“Here, Hakyung’s pussy juice.”

Crack.

The moment the last person turned to powder, the man’s cock began to push into the delicate hole.

“Hngh… ah, ah…!”

Unaware of what was happening in front of him, Hakyung still leaned his head back, trembling. He unconsciously covered his lower belly with both hands. The eagerly awaited flesh cock was finally piercing through the narrow passage.

Squish!

“Haaang!”

Had half of the thick cock entered? The man, who held Hakyung’s thighs apart, used his waist strength to thrust the rest of the flesh pillar in. The thick glans filled the passage at once, piercing even the narrowest path.

“Belly, belly hurts, hngh!”

“Belly? Does your belly hurt?”

Having buried it to the root, Cheonghyeon covered Hakyung’s belly with one hand. His son’s belly skin was so thin, and his cock so thick, that it pressed against the oddly curved belly part.

“Hngh! Mm, ahhng!”

“Let’s see… here? Baby, where does it hurt?”

“Hngh, ah! Hngh, hngh, hngh.”

Please don’t press down. That was the plea Hakyung made, kicking his calves. But why did those words sound like a shrieking moan even to his own ears?

Then, suddenly, Cheonghyeon laughed lowly.

“Seeing your belly sticking out, it seems like my baby, you’re pregnant with daddy’s baby.”

Both Cheonghyeon and Hakyung knew that wasn’t the case. Only pre-cum was coming from the back hole, as Hakyung didn’t have an organ to carry a fetus.

Yet, as his father kept talking about pregnancy, Hakyung began to doubt if he could really carry a child in his body.

Cheonghyeon drove the point home.

“Daddy’s first baby was a son, so it’d be nice if the second was a daughter. Will you give birth, Hakyung?”

“……”

“How pretty would she be if she looked like our son….”

He added with a soft sigh. Every bit of the sigh’s lingering echo was genuine.

Hakyung’s shoulders trembled at the sincere murmur.

His mind was spinning.